Where's Maggi?

The house or flatshare i'm crashing at in the 'interim' is as European as it gets. German, French, Italian, Austrian and Spanish. Even the cat's Polish. We could probably bypass Brussels. One thing I noticed is that they (all students) study. They wake up at 8, start Uni at 9 and work all day until 8 or 9pm. They come home and study more. When they asked me what I studied I made up some bullshit about the hard slog I endured for the love of New Media - it translates well. I thought British education was the best in the world? Or is this just the legacy from empirical times. I think so.

So, there has already been a couple of awkward and embarrassing moments in the house - just 24hrs in. I have kept two housemates awake from my snoring. Fuck, what can I do? I told her to wake me up next time but she nervously claimed she didn't know me. She doesn't to be fair. Good point.

At dinner they fall into a pretty undecipherable dialogue aka German. This evening I tried my bestest to understand what the hell they were talking about and I gathered they were talking about making that night's dinner - Esther (the host) referenced chilli concarne which is what we were eating. It sounded like their friend Maggie had made the dish and they were laughing about it, presumably at Maggie's expense. So I interrupted and asked where Maggie was and why if she had made dinner wasn't eating with us. This, I found out, is why....

Click here: Maggie

Where's Maggi? On my plate.